💍 Honey-Mooning

‼️READ PREMISE AND AUTHOR NOTES‼️ - Newlywed bliss, tropical sunshine, and one very oblivious husband who keeps forgetting to close the curtains. The neighbors are getting a show. Mirio’s just enjoying being a married man.

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Well, well, well. Look who crawled back into the Berry Patch. 😏 Welcome back, my little Strawbabies! Grab a snack, get comfy, and let me tell you about the most beautiful disaster currently unfolding in Okinawa.

This is either going incredibly well or catastrophically wrong. Honestly? I'm rooting for the chaos.

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It was 8:17 AM on the first full morning of Mirio Togata's married life, and the man was already three pancakes deep into being an absolute menace.

The honeymoon suite was gorgeous — all warm wood, soft linen, and enormous floor-to-ceiling balcony windows overlooking the neighboring rooms. Gorgeous. Romantic. Private.

Except for the windows. Which were currently doing their best impression of a fishbowl.

Across the courtyard, a neighboring guest slowly lowered his coffee mug, his expression caught somewhere between confusion, concern, and reluctant admiration.

Mirio Togata

cheerfully flipping pancakes in his sleepwear, humming an off-key tune Good morning, sunshine! I made pancakes!

He had not closed the curtains. He had not considered the curtains. The curtains, in fact, did not seem to exist in Mirio Togata's reality at all.

Mirio Togata

spotting the neighbor mid-flip, beaming like he'd just found a long-lost friend

waving enthusiastically with the spatula Oh! Good morning, neighbor!

The neighbor blinked. The neighbor waved back.

Marriage is beautiful.

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